Picking Up The Pieces

chp. 4 John's POV

I managed to throw on a semi-fake smile and walk back into the room. I gave the Strider a nice big Egbert-style hug. He looked surprised for a second and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Dave... Whats the last thing you remember?" I ask in a curious tone keeping the inner frusteration and sorrow inside.

"The New Years eve party." He looked down at me and for a second I saw a flash of those beautiful crimson eyes. Then I sighed as I recalled what happened on that night.

"I love you john. And I'm not afraid to admit it. I am gay and I am hopelessly in love with my best friend." These words made tears of fear well up in my eyes. The truth is I was desperately in love with him aswell but the fear was too strong. The fear of being rejected by my family.

The silence between us was unbearable until I opened my stupid mouth and said, "B-but I am not a homosexual Dave..." Stupid stupid stupid stupid stu-

"Well we made up!" I say nervously rubbing the back of my neck. It was a habit of mine and Dave noticed it right away. There was silence between us as he sat there, analyzing me.

"I kind of figured by the tight hug." His happy tone made me heave a heavy sigh of relief.

***

Every day I visited him and every day I put on a fake smile. I informed him what happened those last few months (leaving out the minor details of our relationship) and he seemed pretty satisfied with the stories I pulled out of my ass. It was difficult trying to come up with a story about how we decided to move in with eachother. I said it was for "bonding time" but I doubt he believed me.

Whenever I went home I would scan the house for any evidence of our relationship and I hid it someplace where Dave would never find it. In the cleaning supplies cabinet. I shit you not Dave Strider is one of the biggest slobs EVER. If you didn't already infer that from the metric-ton of swords lying all over the place.

I also cleaned up a bit but left the swords lying around to convince him that he was here before the accident. Plus he will be more comfortable surrounded by his own things, when he comes back home. But there is one semi-awkward thing I may have to explain. We only have one bed. I mean Dave and I have slept in one bed before when we used to have sleepovers. But two boys living together and only sharing one bed.... Sounds a bit sketchy don't you think?

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"WAIT we only have 'one' bed?" he put extra emphasise on the one to make sure he was hearing me right.

I nodded and sighed, "Yes we couldn't afford two mattresses." He narrowed his eyes giving me the Strider-stare-down. I kept my gaze innocent and sincere. You learn a couple tricks on how to lie to a boy after dating him for a couple months. "Come on Dave don't give me that look it's not like we've 'done' anything!" If only that were true.

His pale face turned a deep shade of red, "THATS NOT WHAT I WAS TRYING T-," he sighed, "just... nevermind. One bed... that's not too awkward..."

And it wasn't awkward at all again, until he came back home...

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